The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL]

Luca’s plan to use the Trove alone would help cut costs and boost technology, but it would also plant a target behind their backs.

One giant bulls-eye.

A guild that has never used credits would likely alarm the others once they finish a few jobs this way.

Not to mention the number of members.

”Luca, I support using better technology.”

”But to pass off as a normal guild, we’d likely have to operate using Star coins until we can find a reliable explanation for how we’re funding ourselves,” Xavier mentioned his take on the matter and noticed how somber the little money grubber got at the idea of having to use Star Coins.

”But we don’t have to use the money we have now. We can just earn money specifically to use as starting capital.” Added the Prince, who knew he needed to have a better suggestion.

The wilting money grubber looked like he had been watered again as he heard about earning money.

”We can do that? How?” Luca asked, his eyes filled with hope as he looked for a way out of this endless spending!

They have spent hours hearing about things they need to spend money on but not enough time hearing about ways to earn more cash!

”We can see if Ollie can get us in for an auction. I think it’s time you give the world a taste of what they’re really missing.” Xavier could tell that it would be successful. It was just a matter of what to do once it got too popular.

”Would that work? Do you think people would buy my cooking?” Luca, who hadn’t really gone out to see the world, was unaware that his cooking could easily start wars.

”Buy? Brother, they wouldn’t just buy it. They would fight over it.” Ollie said confidently as he himself had been fighting several giants in the name of food daily.

What more are these people who don’t even need to risk their physical bodies?!

And more than this, he had already informed his father about getting a slot for the auction, which he agreed to provided he could vouch for a product sample.

At this point, the supply and logistical challenges made finding items to auction too difficult, and the Mylor patriarch could only be glad that his usually uninterested son was suddenly willing to help out in the family business.

But help would be an understatement for what Ollie Mylor was about to hand them.

”Are you sure, Ollie?” Luca was hesitant, as a hard-to-please self-critic, but if everyone else was sure he could earn money from it, then he better start preparing.

This time, everyone but Ollie risked their lives and behinds to get thirteen chickens.

Technically, this was a very small number compared to the coop statistics, but the chickens had learned to be territorial and would only listen when fresh corn was waved around.

And every time Luca left the coop, his resolve to get a few pigs and cows increased.

He just needed to get more CP, and he would seriously buy a barn to save himself from this misery!

It was just thirteen of the smaller chickens, yet facing them felt like facing the Grandmaster—only they couldn’t retaliate!

How unfair!

Honestly, it was thirteen because he planned to send two to his father while they kept one for themselves.

The newbie cook has learned to always factor in his friends lest they die of starvation and depression.

However, one was probably close to that even when he was slated to be given food.

It was because Jax was about to witness a simple salad preparation.

While he felt vindicated when the chickens were prepared for roasting earlier, he was apparently unprepared to see these many vegetables being chopped and pulled into pieces.

If anything, Luca wasn’t sure if this salad would be good enough. While they had a variety of vegetables already, he wasn’t really able to prepare anything fancy.

He had romaine lettuce, thinly sliced cucumbers, cherry tomatoes, and a handful of carrots.

The dressing was nothing fancy; he only used olive oil, lemon juice, a bit of honey, salt, and pepper.

But to everyone watching, it looked unreal as clearly, they’ve really been losing out all their lives.

Eating just one carrot alone was already something for them, but here was Luca mixing up several vegetables that people wouldn’t even be aware of.

Like, what were baby tomatoes, and why were they taken away from their parents?

Jax was anxious the entire time until Luca decided to give the waiting dogs a bit of salad to sample.

”I’m not sure if you’ll like it, but hopefully, it would be good enough to sell.” Luca hesitated but served some extra salads he prepared while saving the rest for his brother and the people of the duchy.

It was then that Jax reconsidered his opinions and heartaches about the suffering of the vegetables. If anything, he thought that it was a rather worthy sacrifice and felt that if he was a tomato, he would understand.

However, they still couldn’t understand why Luca insisted on serving three items, saying he’d only feel better if they served at least a salad, a main course, and a dessert.

Kyle and Xavier were actually one in thinking that some people didn’t deserve such blessings. They considered telling Luca to divide this glorious thing called roasted chicken into several parts.

If anything, just a part would be enough to milk the rich, but Luca said that it was better presented this way. And what if they had families to feed?

Xavier couldn’t tell if the little money grubber was consistently a money grubber or if he found joy in feeding the world.

But Luca smiled and grinned as he cooked, and the highly tolerant husband figured that sometimes it was good to be appreciated with words.

However, he thought it would be best if his little chipmunk received both praise and coins, so he thought a little marketing was in order.